Of course," she went on, a frown on her face, "both things could be true."I chuckled. "With all that body hair, he'd make one hell of a trannie!" Yeah... Betty, you've got something there." She handed back my phone. "You seemed to like him more than I did." Like the song says, 'he really worked me over good, he was a credit to his gender,' whatever that turns out to be!" We laughed.Later that afternoon, as I was preparing to leave Cindy handed me an envelope."This will put hair on your chest,". The posse seemed tobe behind the leader but didn't want to take part in any torture. If theleader was taken down it might allow their fear of her to plummet. Iabsentmindedly thought about swapping with her to teach her a thing ortwo. It would hurt like hell for her and it would make me completelyeuphoric. It would be comical if she turned into an old man, thinkingthat some divine being judged her. Then I realized it. I was wearing thenecklace for convenience. I tried to take it off but it was. We did three calls together. He did most of the talking, and then we returned to his car to evaluate.The same happened the next night, except that I did a bit more of the talking. Three calls again, and evaluation afterward. I met Al again the next evening. The same format, three calls done. But this time there was no evaluation. When we got back to Al's car, he told me he really fancied me. I think he had planned all this because he had parked in a very dark and secluded little lane.He lent. Do you still love knowing that you make me hard, whore?” Amber turned around to face me and placed her hands behind her head, she leaned back till her shoulders and head were on the mattress. “Yes,” was all she could manage to reply. I retrieved a riding crop from my dresser’s drawer. Amber followed my steps with her eyes as I approached her. She closed her eyes and took a deep breath when she noticed the riding crop. “Nervous?” I grinned. Amber nodded and sucked her lower lip into her mouth..